User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The Mercenaries' War/@comment-26538658-20151215153951/@comment-32303-20151217013742

The errmine corsair held her gaze on Abscon for a worried second before increasing her pace, her grip tightening on her basket-hilted claymore. 'C'mon, lads,' she thought. 'Ye can dae et. We jest have tae stay ahead. . .'